CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 387 NOT ALLOWED (EXTRA)

Why was I acting so ladylike back then?

Regret!

Regret!

Sophie Wilson let out two silent wails in her heart and suddenly pulled the covers over herself, lying down.

She had to work hard on sleeping well and exercising, to cooperate with Charles Seymour and solve all the hidden problems as soon as possible, so she could feast!

With grand goals in mind, Sophie silently urged herself to fall asleep quickly.

As for the other person involved, Charles Seymour had just finished getting washed up, changed into his home clothes, placed the files into the safe, and his fingers lingeringly caressed the document bag, a happy smile that he couldn’t suppress playing on his lips.

Finally, it’s all settled, now that his status is confirmed, he feels somewhat at ease.

The phone ring suddenly interrupted, causing Charles to frown slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Who is so blind as to call at this time?

Charles didn’t bother with the phone that kept ringing, instead, he carefully smoothed out every corner of the document bag before closing the safe.

At this moment, the phone stopped ringing, and Charles didn’t even glance at it, only to have the caller persist and dial again.

Only then did Charles nonchalantly pick up the phone to answer.

"Boss, you haven’t arrived home yet?" The person on the phone asked, puzzled, considering the time, how could he not be home already.

"I’m home." Charles replied.

"Then why didn’t you answer my call earlier?"

"Busy." Charles was truly stingy with extra words.

The person on the other end was speechless for a while, truly the style of his boss.

"Boss, the proposal went smoothly today, right?" The person on the phone asked with a laugh.

When mentioned, Charles nodded slowly and responded: "Yeah."

Though the response was succinct, the person on the other end clearly sensed his boss was in a good mood.

"The designer deserves quite some credit, as the one who found this designer, does my contribution also count as significant?" The person asked with a smile, "Boss, is there a reward?"

"Give the designer a bonus." Charles said.

"No problem." The person responded swiftly, the usual payment was made, and the additional bonus was the boss’s token, surely the designer receiving it would be pleasantly surprised.

After all, the boss had always been generous.

Then, after waiting a while, without hearing any further words from the boss, slightly puzzled, they asked: "Boss, what about my bonus?"

"None." Charles replied so straightforwardly it almost made the person think there was something wrong with their ears, otherwise why hear such a cruel answer.

"Why?" The person asked, curious, "Didn’t I contribute by finding such a good designer to decorate the suite?"

Charles squinted his eyes and said blandly: "The decoration was great, but... Sophie’s attention was too drawn."

He certainly hadn’t forgotten, during the moment supposed to be intimate, Sophie was excessively praising the suite’s decoration and continually taking photos.

How could anything in Sophie’s mind rank above him?

Regardless if it’s a person or an object, it’s not allowed.

He still wants a bonus?

Lucky to not get cut off!

The person on the other end: "..."

So, is it trouble caused by being too well-done?

The boss is so hard to please, he, he has to... he has to work hard!

He definitely won’t quit, such a good job isn’t easy to find.